Merciless World Delicious and flavourful Biriyanis, Chinese noodles to Italian pizzas, South Indian vada to meals, Malabar pulav to north Indian Panner Labadar, Sweet jeelabi or mouth-watering gulab jamuns, Tall ice creams in glasses or cool milk shakes. I have it all, All flavours and flagrances, To tease my gastronomic indulgence, And check my level of patience. Like Indian rishis, I resist temptation, Day in and day out, it’s the same, I sigh and smell the aroma before I hand it. My imagination runs wild, How would they enjoy it! May be uncover delicately, like virgin’s clothes, Who unfurls all the world’s pleasure, In just a bowl or two. Like a betrayed lover, Sighing over the culmination of his beloved, I long and part with all that I have, Day in and day out, Not minding my rumbling stomach, Mercilessly pick it away, not even a morsel to offer me, They call me the FOOD DELIVERY MAN .
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